I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wilds—she would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldn’t even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldn’t have the stomach for it.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.